how does one love a poet?
between the lines of their spoken words
and their haiku's.
a jumbled nonsense to an untrained ear
but a masterpiece
to the ones who take your poems
the ones they've studied
and they dissected
because they find them*  almost
as beautiful
as the way your soul shines
when you coin a poem
about the one who
coins their poems
about you.

*the delicate intertwining process of loving a poet.

I'm the *****,
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****.
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.

There is everyone around me
But there is no peace within me
YOU remain the same
Inside, outside & around me
But I do not remain
In my own being...

I'm wearing a robe of Romeo
And walking the footsteps of Majnun
I roam like Ranzjhanaa
And I sing love-songs like Meera

It's none of your fault my LOVE
YOU are the most beautiful SOUL

I'm laughed at by everyone
Humiliated for talking to myself
Chanting only your name

I devote my body & soul to YOU
And I'm called " Y O U "

Since I've drank "LOVE"
From your eyes
This has been my state of LIFE
I'll live like this until I see YOU again

Once I see those eyes
I may die in your embrace

YOU are my beauty, my LOVE
YOU are my identity
YOU are my soul & my EGO

I won't be able to live
If you look down on me
What's the use of that life anyways?

Beloved only with YOU
I can see my life
That is my fate I seek
You are my mirror
You are my prayer
You are my worship
I'm your devotee
YOU are my Nature

On the fabric of my heart
I weave your name
I know about my LOVE for YOU
Let God know about your LOVE